Her mother’s butt

We were meeting friends for dinner last night at 8 p.m. One didn’t get there till 8:45. Why? A ‘fashion emergency.’ She was convinced her pants made her butt look bad. As I stood in the noisy bar area of 677 Prime she explained the tightness and her underwear issues. It’s hard for me to conceptualize the fit of clothing- I need to see it. She passed on my offer, though, to leave the restaurant and drive up to her house and check out the outfit.

So, I said, “Take a picture of your butt, send it to my cell phone and I’ll tell you if it’s OK.” This was not (and could not be) said quietly, as she couldn’t hear me, so it made for several stares from people who already looked decent as they hung out waiting for their table. Based on some of the attire I’m sure at least a few of the women there consulted their friends, boyfriend, husband or whomever before going out. They just were not taking pics of their rear.

As for my friend, fifteen minutes later and no picture. My cell can, at times, be funky- esp. when it comes to text and pix msgs. So I called, asked her what happened. Her beau (more on him in a later post) had taken the cell pic. It was enough for her to realize her “ass looked like (her) mother’s-completely square.” I am sure she looked completely fine and, as “beau” told it when he and my friend finally arrived, he couldn’t understand the prob. He thought she looked “perfect.” That wasn’t enough to convince her. She showed up in a skirt. As for those pants, she’s never wearing them.

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Kristi –
I think this little episode speaks to a bigger, broader (so to speak) issue: of mortality; of slowly recognizing the physical features of our parents (who’ve always been older than us) in our own faces and bodies; of ultimately making peace with aging after the initial horror of realizing it’s really going to happen. To us.